He's got questions running through the back of his head. He's driving himself insane and forgets the destination in front of him. Thats why they have review mirrors to give you glimpse of your past. Suppose to keeps eyes up front to move along and grow. Everyday was a struggle, but now the flaws are closing in. Half ready to open. But I've changed the locks for the future regret. I stumble acrross being recognized but always forgetting.
Cigarette lit to distract myself from future destruction. Each inhale i get, crumbles to another Cigarette. Music reflects the feelings I've once had. I'm driving forward to a bigger glimpse of my future. If I mess it up the least I want to do is not regret it. Regretting is more exhausting than being buried in depression. Then anxiety passes on a one way lane to cut you off to a darker location, I've got my brights on